The Mo family's Villa was huge, but very few people were in the house. It was so cold and empty that only Mo Qian, the proper owner, was there. As the only owner, Mo Qian didn't like going home, so how could the house be lively?
The old Butler let out a soft sigh and watched as Mo Qian raised his head and finished the bowl of medicinal cuisine. He stepped forward and took the bowl, asking, "Do you still want to use it, young Master?"
Mo Qian shook his head slightly. After some thought, he said softly, "Remember to remind me to drink this when I get up early tomorrow. You may leave; I don't need you to serve me anymore!"
The old Butler nodded and replied respectfully, "Yes, young master."
After speaking, he left with the kitchen lady and the other servants in the living room.
